Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2010 15:19:04 -0700
From: Jay roberts
Subject: "Papa wanted a Girl, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Incest
+++No! This is not about the three bears. This is a very adult story and
if you are not eighteen or older, this is not for you and I didn't intend
it for you. Please press one of the buttons on you computer or mouse or
something and leave this site.
My Papa is mother and father to me. Mom died in childbirth. He is also my
lover. He waited until I was thirteen to claim me. "It's easy to think of
you as a girl," he said, "What with that long straight blond hair and those
big blue eyes. Oh how I love to press kisses on that puffy mouth."
When he talked this way, it made me very breathless and my little nubbin of
a prick got hard and hop and kept calling attention to itself.
Papa is a baker. His breads are famous throughout Paris. All that
kneading of dough has made his forearms full and muscular. This skin is
polished smooth from washing and the heat of the ovens. When he rolls up
his sleeves, I get that hard feeling in my pants.
He's not a big man, but he is wiry and very strong. I've seen him lift
three heavy steel chairs with one hand. Alphonse, his chief baker is
really big, about six feet six inches tall and as wide as one of those cast
iron stoves. Papa seems to respect Alphonse. I guess because he is such a
good baker, but he comes over to play cards with my Papa several times a
week. I hear them talking as I fall asleep. Sometimes Papa comes into my
bed later on and wraps his strong arms around my waist and puts his lightly
bearded face against my bare back and I fall back to sleep, feeling his
warm breath on my back. Often his sex organ is expanded against my
backside, feeling like a large baguette poking me. I love the feeling; the
feeling that he loves me.
Up until I reached the age of thirteen that type of intimate embrace was
all he did, but just a few weeks ago he has changed his way of expressing
his love. He undressed, standing next to my bed. I saw him through my
slightly opened eyes. This was the first time he was revealed to me. He
was without any ugly fat, his tight muscular chest with some soft hair in
the center tapered down to his small waist on below, his long fat organ
hung nestled in the hollow of the top of his ball sac. His cock was
magnificent and dangerous looking at the same time.
I could hear his loud breathing, punctuated with deep sighs as he looked
down on my naked body lying before him. "You are truly beautiful," he
said, almost to himself. "That skin, like Chinese silk, those small pink
tits and that cute belly button. It is all perfection. Even your tiny,
pretty pricklet is sweet and rigidity is enticing. Soon you will feel
heaven when I tend to its needs."
I was breathing so hard, it almost sounded like I was crying. He smoothed
my hair, kissed my cheeks, then for the first time pressed his manly mouth
against my tender boyish lips. He held them there a moment, then began
small repetitive kisses until I felt myself growing faint. He saw my eyes
fluttering and stopped. "I must proceed slowly, you are so girlish and
sensitive, my sweet."
He rubbed my smooth belly and that soothed me. My breathing became more
normal, but that stroking hand moved low and he surrounded my penis with
his roughened baker's hands and moved them up and down my little shaft.
"It's a small brioche, but in time it will be a large crescent roll. Oh
see how you body is rising up to get more good feelings from Papa's hand.
Yes enjoy yourself, there will be more to come on other nights as your hot
little body will be trained to bring pleasure to me."
His insistently moving hand was concentrating all my feeling into my penis.
It felt is jumping and flexing each time his rough thumb swept over the
tips of my cock head that was now protruding out of its covering. I wanted
more. I whined and pleaded with him to do more, to do it harder, to do it
faster.
He was chuckling at my unusual boldness. "You are a greedy boy, but today
you will get your desert, you will feel as if you are traveling to another
world." He began stroking me with more vigor. I was crying out in
excitement, in pleasure, but also fear of entering new territory.
His other hands as rubbing my backside. That felt so good. His insolent
finger began gently rubbing the entry to my ass. Back and forth it
traveled. I pressed against it so hard, the tip slipped in. His shagging
increased. I was moaning, almost as in pain, the sensation was so intense,
suddenly my body stiffened. "Oh Papa," I cried out, "Something terrible is
happening."
My whole body felt as if an electric current was running up and down from
my toes to my head. I stiffened as if on a torture rack and gasped loudly,
five times as overwhelming feelings controlled my body that was trembling
and shaking. It was terrifying and wonderful at the same time.
A few moments later I woke as if from a sleep. Papa was kissing my face
and rubbing my back. "You did well, Rene, I am pleased. Now you know how
a man's penis is brought to heaven and you shall bring me there tomorrow."
"Oh Papa, I love you so. Let me make you happy tonight, right now." I
took my small hand and reached for his big hard penis. He tried to push me
away but I was insistent, finally he just sighed and lay back, his big
prong sticking up in the air.
I wrapped my small hand around the loaf of cock and rubbed it up and down.
He put his big hand over mine and moved me faster and squeezed down. I got
the idea and began using more strength and speed. I almost stopped because
I got scared seeing the look on his face. His features were screwed up,
almost in pain. "Are you alright Papa? Should I stop?"
He groaned out at me, "If you stop, I will beat your ass until it bleeds.
Keep it up."
I grinned to myself. I was boss here. He needed me to reach his heaven.
I roughly shagged him and did it for a long time. Soon I was getting a bit
tired. He must have realized it. "Hey girlie, I can't stand being on the
edge. I must cum, put your mouth on it and suck hard and you will get
Papa's sweet milk."
I was a little nervous and even a little nauseated at putting that organ in
my mouth, but he put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down. I
opened my mouth and let about a third of his cock rest on my tongue.
Something came over me. It felt so good, so right. I closed my lips down
on it and sucked hard. A bit of his milk came out and it made me drunk
with passion. My mouth dripped saliva. I sucked and dripped and licked
hard. He was almost singing his passion very loudly. I knew that I, only
a boy of fourteen held the key to his happiness. I was drunk with power.
I stopped. That was not a good idea. He slapped my face hard and growled,
"If you stop again, I will kill you."
I resumed. Now after a while I heard him making loud 'uh, uh" sounds and
his strong thighs began to lift. He put his hand on the back of my hair
and held me tightly. I was gagging and tearing but he held fast, his hips
thrusting. Soon I felt his milk shooting into my throat. I must have
thrust five or six times before he loosened his grip on.
He slipped out of my mouth and patted me on the head. "Thank was good
child. Now I must sleep."
I was a bit annoyed. I wanted praise from him, perhaps a good kiss, but
already I heard his soft snoring as he was off in post suck dreamland.
I settled myself in the bed, spooning his body, my stick cock in his ass
crack. I fell asleep quickly, it felt great.
End Part One.